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June 12, 2025

Mary Oliver Devotions: A Thousand Mornings & Swan

I’m slowly making my way through this Mary Oliver collection because once upon a time I wanted to add more poetry to my life. It was supposed to be an every morning exercise, but now it’s once in a while. I recently finished two more sections, and here are here are my thoughts/interpretations..

Mary Oliver Devotions, with a bookmark in it on top of a notebook. My purple fountain pen is next to it. The cover has a photo of a woman spoonfeeding a small bird.

(I AM NOT AN ENGLISH MAJOR. I MIGHT BE WRONG. THIS IS AN EXERCISE FOR ME.)

A Thousand Mornings, 2012

(I read this collection on its own in 2018!)

I go down to the shore: our problems are inconsequential to nature

I Happened to be Standing: Does nature pray? Depends on how you define prayer. Maybe yes, if prayer equals enthusiasm

Three Things to Remember: Rules are fluid

Lines Written in the Days of Growing Darkness: You have to go through winter to be able to enjoy spring. This is one of my favorites that I knew before reading the collection

An Old Stag: Spring comes all by itself, no matter what

The Instant: We’re all a little shy

Tides: The tides are constantly in motion even as we admire the ocean’s calm

The Poet Compares Human Nature to the Ocean From Which We Came: The sea contains all emotions, as do we

Life Story: Life mirrors nature in all forms. We go from water beings to air beings

Varansi: describes the holiness of a ritual at the Ganges river; the holiness being the oneness of the person with the river

Swan, 2010

I worried: Worrying does NOTHING. Spend your worrying time DOING things instead. (This one made me cry.)

I own a house: Material things keep you from enjoying nature. And houses are expensive

Don’t Hesitate: If you feel joy unexpectedly, give in because it’s all we may have in a bleak world

Swan: Witnessing a swan is a multi-sensory experience of beauty that can inspire you to change your life

Passing the Unworked Field: There is much to be admired even in the humble and non-showy wildflowers

How I go to the Woods: She views the woods with reverence as some would view a church. Being in the woods is a form of quiet observation and worship.

Previously:
Mary Oliver Blue Horses & Dog Songs
Mary Oliver Felicity

Posted In: Reading · Tagged: devotions, mary oliver, poetry


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